I'm eagerly awaiting the results from Rumble Through The Bronx. I know how I finished, but I have to admit - I just want to see it written down among so many other names.
It's not bloody fantastic or anything, but it's way better than I had really planned. I had high hopes, but more realistic expectations, and it was nice to be much closer to the "high hopes" section.
Yesterday, something significant came in the mail - cycling shorts.
I used to tell people, "Oh, I'm not a cyclist, I'm a biker." They'd ask, "What's the difference?" and I would mull for a moment and reply, "Spandex." Really, this exchange has happened several times. I think I even mentioned it in a blog post.
But I guess I've crossed the threshold.
It's not bloody fantastic or anything, but it's way better than I had really planned. I had high hopes, but more realistic expectations, and it was nice to be much closer to the "high hopes" section.
Yesterday, something significant came in the mail - cycling shorts.
I used to tell people, "Oh, I'm not a cyclist, I'm a biker." They'd ask, "What's the difference?" and I would mull for a moment and reply, "Spandex." Really, this exchange has happened several times. I think I even mentioned it in a blog post.
But I guess I've crossed the threshold.
Labels: alleycats, bikes, bronx, new york city, races
posted by mattio at
10:30 AM
1 Comments:
Now you know the real reason bikers become cyclists...
so they can reconcile wearing the silly lycra and touch themselves perpetually without losing face with themselves.
It's the logical progression.
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